"Huhu" a trumpet sound of various musical instruments intertwined in the square, and the warriors who heard these trumpets were solemn.

"Great revolutionaries, play your song of triumph, the will of the great leader is immortal, the imperialist ......" In another cemetery of revolutionary martyrs, fierce applause overshadowed the sound of the radio, and many people waved red flags and shouted tribute to the dead martyrs.

On one of the elaborate tombstones, the inscription reads: "I made history, but my own history needs you to remember." ”

This is the tombstone of General Mihameye, a great general!

He once said: "Although there is no military rank in Sovili, there is still no end to those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for honor." ”

Yes, Suvili did not have a military rank.

The reason why there are such titles as generals and marshals is nothing more than a trace of sympathy given to those respected military commanders.

Sympathy is due to the fact that people know that these soldiers have not had military ranks since the Great Revolution, but they yearn for them in their hearts.

Although many people are aware of this, how can an ideal country have a symbol of such a hierarchy as a military rank?

By now, many heroic commanders have emerged in the Suvili, and their exploits are incomparably dazzling, and they have commanded countless armies and come to the battlefield in person.

But even they, generals and marshals, are just unofficial honorary titles. It is nothing more than a title of awe, which is not recognized by the leader. But, they don't feel lonely because they are heroes!

There are no military ranks as merits to justify their place in history, but this does not prevent heroes like them from being remembered. Compared to these honors, military rank is only a faint ornament.

It is undeniable that General Mihamanye is a hero of the Great Alliance. At the same time, he was the first to propose the creation of a rankless army like a leader.

He was the writer of the March of the Don Volunteers and the promoter of the Song of the Stars.

Countless revolutionary fighters sang these two songs and rushed towards the enemy, without fear or fear. As a result of the atmosphere brought about by the revolution, the Sovili collectively developed a spiritual fanaticism, and the thunderous singing was one of the ways in which they vented their anger and inspired their fighting spirit.

There are people singing everywhere, and the singing is powerful and infectious.

It was as if they had been injected with a stimulant that could bring about fanaticism as a whole, their numbness to death had reached the point of terror, their hatred of all enemies had become dozens of times more fierce than before, they were full of explosiveness and desire to conquer, and there were countless people who hoped to ignite the fire of revolution by burning themselves.

The palace stands in the middle of the city, and that is the red heart.

On the streets, a large number of armed forces are emerging, and these troops are all in a state of static space, they are the timeless arson team known as the 'Red Praetorian Guard'. Their presence clearly attracted the crowds watching on both sides of the street, each carrying a banner with only a patch of red, which was the purest symbol: all impurities but red must be completely eliminated, without compromise, and all reactionary and rotten enemies must be completely destroyed.

Later, the arrival of some of the red shirts who could be seen everywhere on the streets a few days ago set off bursts of cheers.

The Red Shirts are not a combat unit organization, but more like a guard of honor. They are carefully selected to serve as the most attractive soldiers to appear on special occasions, and they are also the archetypal characters in the propaganda posters.

"The aggressors will inevitably be defeated by us, and the great waves of the people's war will completely drown those stupid enemies. This was the most common slogan a few days ago, but now it is: "Abolish all tyranny of exploitation, abolish human imperialism, establish a new duality." ”

But since the destruction of Yuri's engine, this slogan has become inappropriate, and the new slogan has become to defend the mother planet and protect the seeds of revolution.

In a heavily guarded place, Commissar Zinoa was giving a speech excitedly, and the listeners around him were silent, but the silence was pregnant with an explosion at any time.

"Only by thoroughly recognizing the reactionary, corrupt and hypocritical nature of all enemies can we always remain vigilant. Imperialism is constantly infiltrating us, trying to dismantle the great country from within, but the real greatness lies in the fact that it will not die until a particular mission is accomplished. This is where our revolution lies. ”

"Imperialism is frantically trampling on democracy and human rights, in their country, a very small number of people control the vast majority of resources, and many more people are living in misery, and their excuse for this is the so-called law of survival of the fittest, which is the cowardly and vicious excuse of imperialism, and it is a vicious deception of the people. Their system is inherently reactionary and rotten, and their way of life is made up of one or more exploitations, where they survive through constant betrayal and plunder, where all freedom, peace, and truth are absent!!"

"We are a country where the people are guaranteed to live in freedom, in which everyone places themselves in absolute devotion and passion, where we have much less, but we are absolutely happy, and there are no exploitative and reactionary scoundrels to oppress us. We will build an absolute ideal country, and our system is undoubtedly the most superior compared to the rotten imperialism. ”

"Our system derives from the great leader's perception of philosophy, from which he perceives these truths and brings them to us. Our system has both philosophical beauty and the practicality of truth. It has a moral sensibility and legal justice, and at the same time has a perfect changeability that can be continuously improved over time. The imperialist system is stagnant, stagnant forever, and they will be their own gravediggers, and we will be their grave keepers. Eventually, they will put themselves in a coffin, and we will finally free such a vast ocean of stars from the clutches of sin!"

"Despair will never come to us, he belongs to the imperialists alone. We are guided by advanced concepts full of art, and we have a strong revolutionary heart in our chests to beat violently. Blood and glory are gathered on us. Mission and truth, let's spread it!"

"We are united in hatred, and that is the sign of the coming of the truth, which has just come into the world, and the ignorant are against him. But one day, those brotherhoods who yearn for peace, freedom and liberation will gather under the red flag to salute us. ”

"Once upon a time, there were revolutions. Countless times! In the heart of the distant galaxy, the Arni have had a revolution against the rule of the 124th Emperor of Aluk. One of the places where the revolution first began to break out was called Marseille, where the people were more spontaneous and formed the Maasai Volunteer Army, which became the earliest force of the Ani Revolutionary Army. Although the Maasai army failed, their attitude of upholding the truth is still respected by countless people who insist on the truth. The Marseille army was not completely wiped out, and their heroes composed the famous Marseillaise in memory of those who died first. ”

"In the end, the revolution was won, Aluk was guillotined, and his soul was absolutely damned. The reborn Ani marched into the universe singing the Maasai Volunteers, and with the help of these noble revolutionaries, countless nations were liberated. Freedom, fraternity, and democracy are widely spread. ”

"At this time, it is often when the imperialist countries begin to appear, and they will always stretch out their evil claws at such times. The innumerable ferocious imperialism formed an evil alliance to frantically launch attacks on those revolutionaries, and to organize the next one after one defeat, and this enthusiasm is really rarely seen in the imperialist countries, except at such times. In their frenzy to stop the revolution, they were so full of tenacity and tenacity!"

"The last revolutionaries were still useless in the face of defeat, and they sang the same song and rushed at the enemy. What did Agonis do when he faced the enemy? He and his brothers, who lived and died, still singing the Marseillaise and dying with a smile on their faces, blood behind them as they marched. ”

"There are so many examples like this that it's impossible to count. Now we have inherited the cause of these people, and in a universe full of hostility, all we can do is hold on, or we die, or the enemy is destroyed by us. Otherwise, there will be no compromise! We will look back and say, 'I have devoted my limited life to the greatest cause, to the struggle for the liberation of the universe!'"

"When death comes, it does not mean defeat, it is possible that your comrades will be victorious after you die. No great change is understood, no revolution is undisputed, and just because we are misunderstood now does not mean that we will be misunderstood in the future. Now the imperialists regard us as the bringers of cruel tyranny, because they themselves are the embodiment of tyranny, and their dirtiest water is poured on us revolutionaries and defiles our red flag and faith. Their wanton distortion of our idea of the One and Most Holy has proved that the world can only be peaceful if we completely destroy them. ”

"We are going to kill them and take their lives, just as they have taken people from their lives. Why don't the people living in the imperialist camp support us? Why are there still almost no sympathizers for us? It is because they have become numb and have lost their dignity and courage, and we give them dignity and courage!

When we win, those people will stand up and join us, and only then will we be victorious. Let us smash every bunker and every city of imperialism, destroy the last enemy who dares to resist, and in the battle to destroy the last exploitative tyranny, let us show the majesty of a true warrior with a fearless posture to those people who yearn for liberation.

In the rush to the final front, we stretched out our arms to drop the last bomb. As we advance, we block all enemy attacks with our bloody chests. Do you remember the martyrs who died in the lonely steppes of the Don River? Even though the fire burned their bodies, those martyrs still looked at the enemy with hateful eyes and had no fear.

Do you still remember Kochagin? Do you remember Fomero? These heroes and martyrs are our objects of study, and we should learn from these comrades. We bleed on the battlefield, but we still had smiles on our bodies in the rear.

Singing the triumphant songs of the red revolutionaries, rushing towards the enemy one after another, losing all weapons and all the ability to advance, we must also make the final contribution with our blood and compose a new revolutionary song with our lives.

We have a large number of nationalities, more than a hundred different nationalities that make up a unified Sovili group, and we have a vast land. Our alliance will never be separated, and our masses will always be the most thoughtful!

Let us sing the song of the galaxy and stride into the distant galaxy, we will plant the banner of the sickle and the tomahawk in the heart of the enemy, and when we stain the universe with the blood of ourselves and the enemy, the final liberation will come. The ideal kingdom of heaven that does not belong to God, but to mortals, will come to earth.

The heroes are with us, the will of the leaders guides us forward!! the tyranny of capitalism is eliminated, and the world belongs to us!"

When the political commissar, who was known for his tough political attitude, stopped speaking, the frenzy still did not dissipate.

Three hours later, his old friend, General Colsigallen, arrived, along with the commissar's wife.

Eva Gonithai, the wife who had just arrived, may have already heard the person next to her say what he had just said, and while there was encouragement in her eyes, she still shouted at him: "You are absolutely right, but you can't expect a group of hungry people to fight hard, the food problem has not been solved!"

"We have spiritual food, material ...... It cannot be solved for the time being, our home planet, the planet of the great Lenin, where the air is scattered everywhere with a deadly substance that does not pose a direct threat to us, but spoils all the crops.

But this problem will not bother us for long, and the technology to remove these terrible toxic substances will definitely appear soon!" said the political commissar, shaking his hand fiercely and swinging it downward. Looking at the fanatical crowd, he finally shouted: "We must first defeat our opponents mentally before we can physically destroy them." Use our minds to transform their backward minds, and use our flames to destroy their rotten and foul-smelling bodies.

Everything was inherited from the will of the leaders, from the will of our fathers, who had been destined to have the blood of the revolution in their veins. ”

The Souvili could never renounce their faith before real defeat. While the expeditionary force was still rejoicing that their spies had succeeded in destroying Yuri's engine system, while they were still basking in the great success of the attack on the Suvilis!(The attack refers to the chrono-temporal warp turbulence zone established by the Great Cold Underworld to quantize the attack on Suvili.) According to the estimates of the Investigation Department of the Expeditionary Force (SAAS), a total of 355,500 Sovili were exterminated)

When the representatives of the new imperialist countries, the Assyrians, also declared their hostility to the Reds, sent a large number of troops to begin the intervention in the war in Suvili, and succeeded in sending elite troops to seize the masks, no one expected ......

The terrible big counterattack has arrived.

Countless 'Satan-class dimensional strike missiles' began to tilt out like torrential rain, and the nearby Rising Sun and the Great Cold Netherworld were all subjected to great disasters. The area in which they lived, including space and time, was distorted to varying degrees.

The Rising Sun, in particular, seems to have been deliberately targeted, naturally because their sun banner was also red, and as a result, the revolutionaries hated them for blaspheming the sacred red.

The Black Hole has devoured the Rising Sun's countless warships and pioneering resource planets.

If it weren't for the foresight of the Aegis people, who had placed Patriot warped space-time missiles in various military fortresses of the Rising Sun before the arrival of the Satan-level dimensional missiles, and if it weren't for the Sarander Chrono Missile self-identification defense system that they had placed on the Rising Sun's mainland as early as the First Expedition, then now, the entire Rising Sun would not have been destroyed, and would have suffered great disasters. But for the rising sun, it is not optimistic now, because more than billions of people are still wiped out.

Assyria was also attacked, and at first the scientists of Suvili did not know who had seized their masks, but when they learned of Assyria's entry into the war, they immediately thought of the fighting style of those mysterious men, and now they can now think with certainty that those people who are crazy about destroying people's property are undoubtedly rotten Assyrian imperialism.

Thanks to the fact that the chief of the Majitu section swore that the mask was not taken away by imperialism, it was likely to be a wandering interstellar horse thief, so there was no need to worry too much. As a result, this group of mysterious people with strong combat power. The result is not yet one of dirty imperialism.

Naturally, it was not their concern what punishment the chief of Ji Tu would receive, but a new round of revenge had begun, and they were not very worried about whether the mask would be used by the enemy. They have already prepared a comprehensive defensive strategy, and who said that the mask taken away by the enemy is real?

"None of these masks are real. We've had such predictions for a long time. Regarding the masks, the leader has long concluded that the enemy's spies will definitely come to seize them!" Huaki Migor said lightly to the Cheka personnel, pointing to the various masks on the table.

The Assyrians were far from the Suvelis, but they angered the leader and had to take revenge.

The Assyrians were baptized by the doomsday of the Suvili proton chrono bombing machine, destroying countless colonial planes, but their native plane belongs to the super plane, and naturally has a natural defense, and a layer of time envelops the Assyrian plane.

The headquarters of the expeditionary force is built on a giant ship that roams the edge of the dimensional world wall. In the giant ship, there are countless completely simulated world space existences.

In one of the world's spaces full of savagery. The only way for him to vent his anger is to punch his fist, but not to hit the person who humiliated him.

"Damn!" the fist slammed into the black rock, causing a gust of wind, and the rock began to burst from the inside, eventually turning into powder.

Aberta's anger was not unfounded, and the mask of his longing was overshadowed by the Assyrians, who could not stop his anger at the triumphant Assyrian representative in front of him.

When did he remember when the Suvili would get these masks after they fell into the hands of the Suvilis, when would they belong to him?

How these masks came into the hands of the Suvili begins with the attack on the Commune a year ago.

That day was the beginning of the terrible passing of all good wishes...... Abelat, who had just gotten off the train, was still full of tricks about the affairs of the Shadow Warrior, but at this time the disgusting feeling came again, he knew that this was the breath of the Blood Sea Ghost God, how could the Empire have the supreme killers of the Blood Sea?

Oh, Aum Truth...... When the group heard that it was the Blood Sea Ghost God behind him, he lit a cigarette and smiled at the crowd of people coming and going, especially at the guys dressed up as workers, who were easy to identify.

The ghosts and gods of the Sea of Blood are certainly a terrible existence, but this time it is not for them! It is the remnants of Tokugawa Shinroku who are crying out for him, they are pretending to be a workers' rally, and they are trying to carry out a terrible riot, but unfortunately they can't hide anything from the most astute group of vicious dogs in the empire, the Special Operations Group of the Special Service Division, this is a group of outlaws, and they are also a group of professional spies and counter-espionage masters.

On the sign is the big characters of 'Tsugawa City', which is said to have been created by the Rising Sun people when they were in the Great Satellite. There are many more texts like this here, and the whole city is still in a classical atmosphere. Here, some of David's civilization was inherited by the empire, or more appropriately, preserved.

In other cities, the cosmic lingua franca has replaced all traces of ancient civilizations, and the Rising Sun's own writing has also been replaced by the cosmic lingua franca, which is the era of the universe, which many human civilizations have experienced, except for the Assyrians, who stick to the tradition and have never given up the so-called national script, which is actually the text of the Belu demon.

Abertra seems to have become very concerned about human beings lately, what kind of language do they use, and what does it have to do with me? He is very wary of his excessive concern for human beings, which is not the way a predator should think.

Think about it, why did you come to this place this time, Natsume, the old dwarf, took on the drudgery for the group again. Sometimes I really want to beat him up, and others avoid this kind of thing, but this bastard always wants to climb a few more steps up before he dies, and takes on any task assigned by the military department, never considering any thoughts of the rest of the group.

Sometimes, Abertra really wanted to kill him!

Tsugawa is a peculiar place, for example, the people here are very lazy on weekdays, unlike people in other parts of the empire who are nervous and violent all day long. However, as soon as the people here felt the need to show their presence, they quickly became nervous and furious. At that time, they were completely as terrifying as the monstrous waters in the heavenly river rolling towards the world. The Imperial Noah's Ark is them.

Yes. Nominally, now there is a workers' rally in this place.

Nominally, but in fact it was about the same, the people who took part in the rally were all the most influential people elected by the workers' circles, that is, those who were the most restless.

The military department's demand for this is that they should be killed by any means, but no one can perceive that this is the government's intention, and the so-called government's intention actually refers to the intention of the military department.

Since the militarized coup d'état, the fact that the military ministry is the government and the government is the military ministry has been established, and the only thing the people of the empire have to do is to accept the reality and obey.

Nominally, Abertra came in another capacity, an observer at the military department. Yes, in addition to his mission in the operation group, he is also attached to the military department, although it is a temporary post, Abertra is only a name that exists in the military register, but has no actual power.

But the name alone is enough.

Although he wasn't even a civilian at the military headquarters, Abertra still received a temporary secret mission from the military department to spy on Natsume. Why did you send him, isn't Natsume's seniority much deeper than him, and if you want to talk about loyalty to the empire, he is definitely stronger than Abertella.

If the thinking of the military department is like this, then it is not called the military department. Who knows what they think, and for what is even more inexplicable, anyway, they have done enough stupid things, and this one is not bad.

I have to state it, because this matter has been known to Natsume, and the mysterious mission that the military department 'secretly' handed over to Aberta has failed from the beginning, and the funny thing is that when the senior military official who didn't know his name asked him to do this, someone told Natsume about it.

The military department is a place where secrets cannot be hidden, and sometimes what they want to kill will soon be known in advance by the person who is going to be killed.

And just like that, maybe for this reason, maybe for some other more reason, Adjutant Natsume isolated him.

Together with Aberta, the elite team of the Imperial Secret Service sent here was not very demoralized.

It was thought that it would be resolved soon for a long time, but now it was the Empire's official carnival day.

It is commonly known as the New Year, but now, this kind of tossing thing is their turn.

As soon as they arrived at the place, they encountered a big scene. After meeting with the Knights of the Underworld, the team galloped along the main line of the Underground Railway to the city center, which is said to have lost contact with the outside world for a long time, and this main line of the Underground Railway is the only way. But not everyone can pass through it, because this underground railway has long been occupied by various time cracks, ordinary people have no intention of breaking in, and they will soon be torn apart by time, that is, the strength of the team members, it can also be killed, and then it will really become what an old saying in the empire says: die before you get out of the army.

When I arrived at the place, I found that it was different. Not to mention the strange atmosphere that permeates the air...... The vision alone is tricky!

The elite team, as well as the isolated Abertella, are feeling troubled by the scene in front of them together with the team leader Natsume Lieutenant - the people here are very strange, walking silently on the streets, there is really no sound at all, even the facial expressions are the same empty, and there is no human breath in the eyes, only occasionally a sudden flash of sanity.

What kind of people are they? It feels like a robot being manipulated by something, and it only comes back to its senses once in a while. At this moment, all the tasks of the Labor Party have been left behind, and leaving seems to be the collective idea of the team members, but by no means Natsume, who is being burned by the ambition to make a contribution.

Just when the elite team continued to move forward with Natsume's encouragement or threat, the unexpected suddenly came.

I saw that those who were originally silent suddenly looked like sharks that smelled blood, their eyes suddenly turned red, and they surrounded them with great momentum. He also kept shouting fanatical slogans like religious people.

Hundreds or thousands of workers are not terrible, and hundreds or thousands of workers who are full of hostility to kill them are not very terrible, but hundreds or thousands of workers who are full of hostility that will kill them before they are willing to give up, and they are all pointed at them, it is completely different.

A large number of 'demonstrators', holding placards with visual sense painted with unknown red paint, crowded together, shouting the same slogan, and kept advancing. More people with determined murderous intent are hidden in it.

Now they are only the most vanguard group of this huge crowd, looking at the huge follow-up crowd like a mountain, every team member feels the pressure like a mountain, back to back, and finally I don't know if it was Abertra or the old man Natsume shouted first: "Attack! (Defense)!" In fact, it all means the same thing, in this case, for the people in this elite team, whether they choose to attack or defend, it is the same.

Knowing something, but it was still a moment late, these workers who were preparing to riot obviously knew what they had already known, and had been waiting for them all along.

Naturally, they fell into this huge 'trap'.

Dada, da, dada. There was a convergence of fire on all sides. Some of the most casually dressed people took a miniature machine gun that spewed out a 'rain of vicious bullets like a fiery snake', and swept up frantically, regardless of whether there was or without us.

At this time, a member of the team behind Aberta suddenly kicked open a reactive metal steel door next to him with his foot, and the steel door flew out along a strange trajectory, blocking the deadly bullet.

"Fire coverage. Natsuki, whose face was full of grief, looked at his pierced body, and finally spoke.

But the so-called fire coverage only killed him, and in fact, he didn't die on fire. The rest of the team had already rushed wildly before they heard his and Abertella's voices, killing them with daggers, and then quickly fleeing into the distance in the chaos of the crowd.

Originally, Natsuki was like this, but apparently his appearance was particularly remembered, and in the middle of his escape, among the chaotic workers, a large number of people dressed like cleaners appeared, all of them carrying short knives, and these short knives were almost all stabbed on Natsuki's body, and some short knives were called to some retreating workers.

These people, dressed like cleaners, were all dressed in black, with black masks, black caps on their heads, red eyes, and unfathomable strength. After they killed Natsume, they quickly turned into shadow-like transparent substances and dived underground.

The elite team soon dispersed, and they shuttled nimbly through the alleys, killing everything in front of them, whether it was young men and women, or old and weak children, they couldn't tell the difference, because those people could also hide bombs.

Trained to do so many times, their combat capabilities soon became apparent, and many of them quickly joined forces in pairs, set up sniper positions, and put up stubborn resistance, while not forgetting to ask for assistance from headquarters.

But there was no support at all, and the crowds of the workers who were in a crowd were constantly rushing at them, and sometimes the workers' army would collapse immediately, but the next moment it would be like a remotely operated machine, and it would immediately become fearless to death.

Again and again, like a tidal wave, finally one by one the strongholds of stubborn fighting were broken one after another, and the elite Imperial Eagle Dogs were killed one after another! Now, there is only Aberta left...... His mood had become unusually bad, but not so impatient that he would not easily manifest himself.

What he can bring to his colleagues is a kind of hard work and ruthlessness, which can be summed up as: keep repeating...... Fill the magazine, pull the trigger, pull the bolt, reset, pull the trigger, and repeat, pinning all the fear, fear, and confusion in your heart on this bullet one bullet after another, and shoot it forward...... And then keep repeating these things.

Abertra was stubbornly hiding in front of an abandoned military stronghold, with only three of his colleagues, two of whom were operating an instrument known as the 'bellows', but then they were very quick to say, "No contact with headquarters." ”

"Pick up the gun, let's fight!" Abrath was furious, looked at the crowd outside, and exclaimed, "Damn it, let's try it." As he spoke, he quickly replaced with a peculiar magazine, frantically pulled the trigger, and the continuous attacks did not make any sound, but the other three, including Abrath, quickly lay down and covered their ears after this attack, and opened their mouths.

The loud sound almost tore through everyone's vocal cords, but the four deeply surrounded men quickly jumped up and covered each other all the way out, either shooting or slitting throats with daggers, or simply drawing their katana and slashing straight at them.

Everyone in the elite squad is very strong, but this is not the time to show their individual strength. As the strongest Abertella, he did not dare to be obsessed with personal force, for fear of being surrounded and exhausted to death by the endless crowds.

They rushed out of the abandoned stronghold, but they did not dare to run against the wall, so they had to abandon the trail and run towards the spacious avenue, during which countless people surrounded them and attacked, but the team's fighting skills were extremely strong, they either punched, or kicked with their feet, or jumped and dodged and pierced directly with short knives, and they were even more integrated with each other.

"Good, rushed out. But there were many more people surrounding us. Aberta said in an extremely indifferent tone.

Yes, the army of workers is always in a panic and immediately reorganized, their eyes are always replaced by a burst of crimson after a trance, and then they rush with bloodthirsty laughter and shouting, "I feel a feeling of being controlled by the supreme slaughter of the sea of blood." For some reason, Abertla's mindless sentence came, and then there was silence, but everyone's emotions became extremely sad with his soft words, and the atmosphere fell silent, but the courage of an outlaw rushed forward.

They have shown their usual outlaw character, and there is a maxim in the Empire: If you can't beat it, you have to break it.

At the place where Natsume fell, Natsume stood up on the spot, but his eyes were full of red, and his mouth let out a beast-like roar, and he ran like crazy...... It exudes an unusual atmosphere.

They conserve as much strength as possible, but they kill people with knives and guns. Fortunately, although they don't have any high-end weapons, the people surrounding them obviously won't have any.

"This battle has the feeling of a primitive era. One of the four said.

"Don't speak. Abertra was different from what he had done before, just rushing to the front and shooting with his guns, but never strafing, and the others did not strafe, and the bullets were precious! They rushed into the crowd and immediately went on a rampage killing people who approached them, "Ha, it's just a rabble." ”

The rabble quickly became chaotic, and the loud slogans shouted could not change their organizational ability and combat level, even if there was not much difference in force, they were all powerful warriors, but in actual fighting, the difference was unimaginable.

"It's close, rush!" shouted Aberta, who had been hunched down and kept wandering between the other three and hunting the enemy in front of him, when the crowd began to be chaotic, and it was the weakest point of the encirclement that leaked out.

Everyone discarded their guns in unison, drew their katanas, and then mobilized all their forces to kill with their swords, as if they had slowed down their evacuation, but their legs were ready to attack. When the katana swords in the hands of the team members were twisted and pulled by the crowd frantically regardless of casualties, and then broke alive, when wounds appeared on their bodies as if they were gnawed by wild beasts, the blood could no longer provide the desire to continue fighting...... Everyone knows that the last moment is coming, either life or death!

Human nature lies in survival, maybe it has been replaced by another scene, such as the battlefield confrontation between people, they will also have the urge to break the jade for the emperor, but looking at the incomprehensible things in front of them, their unknown fear does not allow them to die, because death is not terrible! The terrible thing is that you don't know if death will be an end, or, just a sad beginning!

They were making their final preparations for escape, and finally ...... Everyone was 'refreshed', and they erupted with a terrifying momentum, and a terrifying power gradually began to derive from their side, and then spread.

A large number of people began to be completely overwhelmed by these forces, turning into ashes.

"Rush here, rush over!" Abertra shouted as he looked at Su I Minghui, who had not yet rushed past the crowd. Then he looked at the only hand-thrown sonic bomb, threw it out without hesitation, and shouted, "Everyone, cover your ears!

Boom! Boom!

"I'm rushing, I'm rushing. The team member, he shouted, and in an instant, he was pierced through the heart and lungs by an arm behind him, and he died unwillingly.

The rest of the team, including Abertella, became terrified, and they looked at the man behind their dead colleague, "Old horseman, damn it, Natsume, what are you doing, this is the crime of murdering Imperial soldiers!" One of them shouted, "Even if you are our commander, you are too presumptuous." ”

Abertra seemed to understand something, maybe he couldn't understand anything, and stopped the two angry people who wanted to step forward to take revenge, he pointed to Natsume in front of him and said, "This is not the old dwarf we know well, now this guy is not human!"

"Could it be...... This time, we... Is it time to be loyal?" they talked to each other as they fought hard as they were surrounded by the crowd again.

"Do your best! Just do your best! The best decision for us now is to stay put, I don't know... Is it waiting for death. Abertra cursed damned, and then became depressed, not knowing whether to show his true colors. Disguise yourself, but the most important thing for every predator, must not be exposed, even in the moments before death. Only when they really face the scythe of death, they will choose to be exposed, this is the nature of the race, and it is not something he can resist if he wants to.

At this time, the genes of predators have become my Achilles' heel, and I can't even transform because there are two people watching me?"

Predators' genes force them not to "metamorphose" when they are likely to expose themselves. Although Natsume knows his identity, only Natsume knows, so when Natsume is alive, he will not be forced by genes, but now it is different, in front of these two people, it is obvious that the ancient genes judge for themselves: immutable.

Abertra suddenly had a terrible thought...... Kill two hapless humans, and then you can become a predator.

But then he gave up this practice, anyway, he didn't want to be so cowardly, and what if he killed two people, what if it wasn't because they couldn't transform, then he would have lost two combat powers, and there was no chance of survival. Forget it, don't do it.

"We ...... Life and death are decided by God. "For the first time in public, Aberta, as an enemy of God, swore his determination in front of a group of humans who didn't know if they were human beings, two colleagues, and Natsume, who had become unknown to the hell.

The other two had already begun to attack, but they unexpectedly stopped, and signaled Abertra not to move, they said: "You are now the acting commander, please lead us, this is your most qualified, according to the regulations of our army, you have this responsibility!"

Nodding, then he suddenly thought of something, and suddenly said loudly: "Here comes their heads." Then Abertra drew his gun and fired the last silver-white bullet, killing Natsume and then cutting off his head: "In this way, I am at ease." ”

As a result, the next moment, Natsume's body merged, "This, do you want me to eat you?" Abertra was furious and helpless, as for this time, the other two team members heard his words, and they also smiled bitterly and despaired.

"Your Excellency, we are all going to die here, and our souls are going to return to the shrine, may our souls be blessed by the gods. At this time, desperate people began to pin their hopes on the god after death, and the people of the Rising Sun understood death not only fear, but sometimes, they also believed that death was beautiful and pure. Like a withered flower, eternity stops for a moment!

With a 17.63 mm caliber large-caliber pistol, a holy light bullet, Natsume was solved again.

The bullet was recovered by Albert, and he picked up the bullet that was shot, and then while Natsume was not recovering, he really did a terrible thing, he smashed Natsume's body, and then ate it all.

At this time, because a layer of mysterious aura shrouded here dissipated, the power substance that had been greatly restricted was continuously replenished, and thanks to this, the other two team members could also see the 'head' of the other party he just said. Next to the abandoned building, which was actually a heavy water chemical plant, stood a man in a black fur coat with a pair of tight black trousers on his legs and a pair of boots on his feet. The man's facial features are delicate and abnormal, like the delicate skin of a baby, with black hair and red pupils. He was holding a recorder in his hand, just the illusion of a gust of wind, and looking ahead, not only the two team members, but also Abertra also cursed, "Damn!"

Those familiar with the heavy water plant, which was built in Yiman 15 years, know that it was once one of the tallest buildings in the empire. The top of this factory is 3,354 meters above the ground!

"Commander...... We seem to ...... Excuse me, can I cut myself off? I don't want to face God, this guy...... This must be a god!" said one of them uncertainly, "No suicide is allowed without an order." ”

"Who are you!" Abertra shouted.

"A member of the Supreme Killing. The voice had no emotional tone, calm and slow, but unusually clear, "I, also, called, Morlock, the Blood Shadow Lurker Morlock. ”

"Morlock, your name?"

"In the sea of blood, there are a lot of Moroke, and Molok is a race. The voice is still as emotionless as ever, but it is unusually moving, with incomparably demagogic power, "This is the last question, I will not answer it again, your question." ”

"There's another question that's not a problem, so let's be a knowing. You're all up there. ”

Red eyes looked at him Abertra, as if he felt a hint of surprise, and the man across from him sighed, "It's not a human, it's a predator." "This time, there was a little emotion, but it was never the positive emotion described by humans, but the complete pleasure of killing.

"Everything is mine, I have turned them into this, exploiting, in order to get the mask, the mask of the monarch of Andua, to bring the best killing, my praise, is about to begin... Knowing the secret, all of you are going to die here, keep it a secret. He took out a mask, which was covered with patterns of various steps, the most obvious being the part of his eyes that was wrapped in red blood lines, and although he was wrapped, he could still feel a feeling of being watched.

He also pointed to the blood-colored void that appeared in the sky, and countless chains of iron ropes were piercing through it, from which countless monsters were trying to get out, and a few people wearing ancient samurai armor were pierced by the iron cables, firmly fixed in the air.

"Those are four Apocalyptic warriors, humans, and I ended their lives. The things in the cave are the asuras of the sea of blood, and I will let them out. You, right away, will. Like those four samurai, die here. ”

"Damn, your secret, you told it all yourself. Aberta scolded in his heart, "That's my mask, mine!"

Then the supreme killer of the sea of blood first turned his attention to the crowd that was also rushing towards him, these people were infected by him, but they were not completely manipulated by him, and now they were about to destroy them.

A texture of Manju Sawa appeared in Morlock's eyes, and then there were successive explosions, and the terrible crowd finally disappeared, and they became a rain of blood, flying in all directions, but each piece of minced flesh was imbued with artistic beauty, as if it had been carefully carved.

"Brutal aesthetics, my hobby. Morlock's voice changed, becoming mature and tonal, and his speech was incomparably coherent, his language incomprehensible to mortals, but if he wanted to, he could make anyone understand what he was trying to say.

"I'll clean everything up. Morlock said lightly, "Life should return to the wilderness, no, it should be completely extinguished." Red shadows emerged from the ground, and in a few moments, more blood shadows emerged, and the Blood Shadow Stalker Morlock instantly shifted to Aberta's face, "How do you want to die? ”

"I don't want to die?"

"I must let you die, it's a mission!"

"No discussion. Abertlath still wanted to resist, so he was directly imprisoned on the ground, and Morlock smiled at him gently: "I forgot to ask, your name." Morlock's movements stopped for a moment, "Are the supreme killers of the Sea of Blood so patient? You don't need to know my name, the dead don't need to tell each other's names. I at least have the authority to bring the name down there. ”

"As I understand it, from the position of both of us, I am more appropriate to say something similar. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you won't have any power. Death is not the end, I will take your soul with me, no, you will not have a soul anymore, it is your remnant will to follow me to the sea of blood. What race would predators evolve into there? I'm curious. ”

And then, are you going to die?

At the trail of Abertla's death, another group of substitutes appeared, it turned out to be the cavalry regiment of Hades Dawu, who sensed that something was wrong, and then found that they could enter this originally closed place, and immediately sent troops in. In order to show his bravery, the captain of the wing who led the troops arrived here as fast as he could.

The natural cavalry regiment is either really soldiers on horseback, and they harness mecha samurai.

But it's all the same.

They're riding horses and galloping here, or are they flying here in mecha samurai? Not all of them turned out to be the same, and the Supreme Killer could have killed them with his eyes.

This pair of men and horses, more than a thousand people, was wiped out just one moment after entering here. Supreme Kill stood there, his eyes could clearly see their expressions, and he smiled softly: "Yours, the end is coming. "A large number of sparks came out directly from the human body, and more than 1,000 people spontaneously combusted in this way.

"Now...... It's my turn. ”

"Unfortunately, I didn't die in the end. Looking at the Assyrian representative in front of him, he smiled smugly, "I have seen the real mask from the Supreme Killer God, and I have witnessed how the leader who killed the Suvili snatched the mask from the Supreme Killer. What you have in your hands, it's fake!"

"Actually, we do!" said the Assyrian representative, "and the way you were angry just now is fake. ”

"We also know that there are many masks, and that the leader of Suveli has not only robbed one Supreme Killer, but the Supreme Killers have collected these masks in order to create a race of shadow warriors and blood shadows, and then banish them to the universe for mass destruction. He said to Aberta.

"What's in it for them? Not at all, yes, they're just here to kill. The Assyrians were helpless.

"Mr. Slan is very attentive to this, and he has sent us an elite army. ”

"It's the so-called elite troops again, and I was the only one who survived that catastrophe, and the old man and the rest of the team members are gone, they all claim to be elites. ”

"This time it's really elite, how can you compare the Eagle Dog of the Rising Sun's intelligence department with them!"

"Where are they?" ”

Then, before anyone could be seen, an Assyrian and Asahi Japanese were heard at the same time.

The sound of men and women arguing was heard. Both Abertra and Assyria were multilingual figures, and they both heard and understood the voice.

"Lady of the Rising Sun, how can your bounty be more than mine! I was the one who made the right offer to attack the rebel company's headquarters directly. It was I who personally killed 30 shareholder councillors. ”

"However, you also stabbed the basket and almost destroyed the company's headquarters, he just asked us to kill those who resisted, I stopped you, naturally ......"

"Yes, of course, it's too easy for you to stop me, because you don't have to think about anything but fight, and you can take the opportunity to get revenge. "The discontent of the Assyrians exploded.

The Lai Man successfully completed the task assigned by Silan to suppress the bounty hunters who rebelled against the company. Silan's mission was just a boring move, and this time it really had some intentions, and of course, the essence was still the same boring. He doesn't care if it's successful or not. His true intentions are always in the fog, no one knows what he really plans and thinks in his heart, maybe he really didn't think about anything.

"Are they really reliable?" said Aberta, hearing the quarrel.

"Maybe. This does not affect their strength. The Assyrian representative was very calm: "The ancestor of the Assyrians, who was one of the most wicked knights in the history of Assyria, how can his descendants be poor?" ”

"I just heard the voice of the Rising Sun, still a female. I just feel very worried. ”

"Female is not the best way to describe a lady. The Assyrian representative argued.

"Then use the girl to describe it, you are satisfied. That little girl, you can still call it a lady. Stupid guys. "The evil Lando Dononi Arete de Irulanya is holding a sultry katana around the deputy's neck.

"You're holding my knife. The female warrior reminded faintly.

"It's borrowing. My sword does not kill Assyrians. ”

The representative broke out in a cold sweat, but his face did not change, he just said: "Alette de Irulanya, the stomach is really small, and there was nothing more than a misunderstanding between us." ”

"I don't think so, your family seems to be very proud in front of the king, I don't know how much your head is worth in the eyes of the king!"

"Reckless man, robber, you look like an imperial warrior, your current face is like a nasty and vulgar old ruffian. ”

"I always do. ”

Aberta, it's time to watch the show. Still humming a little song.